A terrifying, chilling sound rose from behind the video.
It sounded like drawing water from a dry well, like gurgling liquid spilling from someone's throat.
It sent a shiver down Yang Ying's spine as he sat before the computer.
He couldn't imagine how disgusting it would be to have water flow out whenever he spoke.
At the same time, bizarre music suddenly erupted, intense and piercing straight into the soul!
The rhythm abruptly quickened.
The person in the video had no time to turn around and look, immediately getting up and sprinting away!
At once, two sets of footsteps echoed across the red carpet, along with faint panting and the sound of water gushing out.
The Pitch Black stairwell was narrow and oppressive. The swaying Flashlight barely illuminated the way.
At that moment, it created a heart-pounding sense of urgency and panic!
Yang Ying's heart leaped into his throat as he watched!
He kept praying that the person could successfully shake it off.
But that chilling dry-well water-drawing sound never stopped!
It was still relentlessly chasing from behind!
[Glug. Glug. Flesh. Glug.]
The person in the video fled at full speed, turning back to look during the escape.
That was when Yang Ying finally saw what kind of monster was behind him.
That thing had a voluptuous figure and graceful curves. Its arms were missing, and its chest was raised.
It was clearly a female body.
But her upper body was wrapped in bandages, while her lower body was bare-legged. Crimson bloodstains had soaked through her entire body, creating a jarring clash of red and white.
Her head had only a huge mouth where her Visage should have been, the open maw filled with dark red flesh and jagged teeth.
At the same time, a long, slender red tongue extended